The marble halls of the hidden sect of Anor Londo echo all noise ominously, making it feel as if there were a second pair of steps behind you. Chisled statues adorn the walls, and at the end of the hall is a thick mass of fog. Upon approaching, a voice comes booming from beyond.

Gwyndolin: "Chosen undead, thou art tresspassing. I should dispose of you now. However, shall forgive this transgression at the cost of your servitude.

You hear a shifting sound come closer to the impenetrable fog

Gwyndolin: "Chosen undead, punish the sinners in my name. Kneel before the wall and come no further, for it is a great sin to transgress upon a god."